I did it.
I can't believe I finally did it.
After all these years of watching the other mountain men come into my shop and sell their items it did it, I think enviously of their lifestyle up on the mountain.
As of yesterday, I officially own a cabin on the mountain as well. I moved everything in and today is the first time I get to really come home from town to my cabin.
Taking a minute, I admire it before heading inside. It needs some work and it'll be a few years before I'm truly self-sufficient out here, but I'm up for the task and I know Axel, Phoenix, Cash, Cole, and Bennett will have my back if I need anything.
Since it’s so remote, I don’t lock the door. Really, no one even knows this place exists out here. One of the reasons is because the driveway is really easy to miss if you don't know where to look. If I'm being honest, it was a huge part of its appeal.
When I enter, I’m surprised that the living room light is on. I don't remember leaving it on, but anything's possible. It was so quiet out here that I overslept and was in a rush to get out of the house this morning. Not only did I have to go in and check on the shop, but I needed to make sure that my old place was cleaned before I turned in the keys to my landlord.
My expectation is to set my keys down and start dinner. What I'm not expecting is the curvy brunette in sweatpants and a tank top with no bra to be sitting on the couch.
Fuck. She's gorgeous and I can almost see through her damn shirt. Who the hell sent her here? Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing because I'd follow her to hell just for a taste.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask her. Normally, I wouldn't think to cuss in front of a woman, but I am caught completely off guard.
"I could ask you the same thing. This isn't your cabin," she says, pulling the blanket off
off the back of the couch to cover herself.
"As of a couple of days ago, I can assure you that it is. Now again, who are you?" I widen my stance and cross my arms. I don't feel threatened by her, but I want to make it clear that I'm not playing around either.
I used to be a criminal lawyer and I know there are a lot of games that criminals will play, including sending in a beautiful young woman as a distraction.
"This is Greg's cabin. I was told I could use it anytime I want."
She's right, it was Greg's cabin but I just bought it from him last week. Greg is an old geezer who can't even make it up the mountain anymore. Also, why does her arguing with me have me hard as fucking nails?
"How do you know Greg?" I ask.
"He is my college roommate's uncle," she says.
Greg never had kids, but he was the oldest of ten kids, all of whom went on to have children of their own. The last time I talked to him, he had something like thirty-six nieces and nephews.
"Greg sold me this cabin last week. He was getting too old to come up here. ...
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